Aldric took one look at Guinevere's face and his hands were already glowing. Then he gave the Dragon King one look that lasted two seconds and contained no words and an entire verdict. The look said what did you do with the specific disappointment of a healer who had been patching this family together since before Maddox could walk and had hoped to retire before the injuries started coming from inside the house.
Maddox received the look. Absorbed it. Added it to the pile he was building in his chest next to the bruise and the blood and the sound of her head hitting stone.
Aldric didn't press. He was a healer and a wise man and wisdom meant knowing when a king's red eyes were doing more punishment than any question could deliver.
His glowing hands found Guinevere's cheekbone. He worked in silence. Guinevere sat in Maddox's lap and let the healer do what healers do and said nothing because saying thank you felt too small and saying anything else felt too big.
